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Dartmouth Literary Monthly. 

Vol. Ill MARCH, 1889. No. 6. 




H. P. BLAIR, Business Manager. 


May the ** literary man " thrive on a newspaper? 

This question has taken the place of that kindred and well worn 
one that exercised the college bred mind so thoroughly a few 
years ago, — Has the college man himself an equal chance for 
success in newspaper making with the so called self-made indi- 
vidual? That question perished, perforce, from lack of vitality. 
How could it be otherwise, when there sprang up to answer it 
men from the editorial desks of almost every great paper in the 
country; men of brilliancy, men of solid ability, splendid thinkers 
and splendid doers, — self-made men, indeed, but whose own work 
was rounded and smoothed by that influence of good intellects, 
and that other harsher but no less helpful rubbing process, that 
make up what is known as college life. The question died because 
the men who answered "No" were wielding less power, making 
a duller imprint into the times, and getting less for their labor, 
almost without exception, than the men who answered "Yes." 
College men have long since ceased to trouble themselves about 
the possible hindrance that their training might be to newspaper 
success. They know better now. The only doubt that is left 
them is whether to be *' literary " or " practical," whether to know 
books and have the art of writing, or statistics and the feat of 


remembering ; whether, as somebody has said, to be a human 
pen or a human cyclopoedia. It is well to note here that all news- 
paper offices have excellent sets of cyclopaedias ; good pens are 
not so plenty. 

The question that stands at the beginning of this page seems to 
gain special pertinence from the fact that the ably written article 
on newspapers in the December number of this magazine hints in 
a gentle and winning way that the '' literary man " has no chance 
on a newspaper ; that an intimate acquaintance with authors avail- 
eth not against a working familiarity with crop reports ; and that 
to quote Anglo-Saxon to a managing editor would make that func- 
tionary's hair stand on end. This is taking an unfair advantage 
of Anglo-Saxon. I am the last man to advise the propriety of 
hurling the language of Beowulf about a newspaper office. It has 
its uses, however, and they are not to be despised. The article 
then proceeds to say that *' Emerson, Hawthorne, Irving, Whit- 
tier, Longfellow, all this train of pure and noble souls, would not 
have made the American newspaper a success." With equal 
propriety I might say that John L#. Sullivan, Texas Jack, Dennis 
Kearney, all this train of daring and practical souls, would scarcely 
produce a better paper than the poets. But Dartmouth is in no 
danger from dreamers. She does need a finer spirit of literary 
work, which it is more than evident she is fast acquiring. And 
now recurs once more the question, — Shall men who are trying to 
foster that spirit turn away from newspaper work, or not? 

The fledgling newspaper man from college, no matter how 
comprehensive his designs on the world at large, how rosy his 
hopes, or how unshaken his trust in self, is almost invariably 
to find a reporter's assignment waiting to give him greeting into 
his new life. He is given a definite thing to do, with instructions 
how to do it. He does not, as we all once thought he did, 
wander about the city like a jolly old Greek prospecting for some 
** new thing." His course at first is very rigidly marked out, but 
within the narrow bounds set for him he can either make or mar 
his future on the paper in whose service he is lucky enough to be 
enlisted. A very few days will usually suffice to show what man- 


ner of man he is. Here, then, comes his bow on the threshold ; 
and he certainly needs all the grace and address possible, that it 
may be a successful one. Here counts, both in dollars and in 
favor with the powers that be, a clean-cut style, a readiness in 
handling phrases, a deft incision at the root of the matter in hand ; 
in short, that somewhat rare, and so ever appreciated, power of 
putting in words what the eyes have seen and the ears heard. 

The editor of the New York Evening Sun, and one of Mr. 
Dana's most valued men, Mr. S. Jay Edwards, has this to say 
about the art of reporting : 

We have observed one thing, and that is, that there is a great 
tendency on the part of newspaper readers to enjoy, and therefore 
to demand, imaging reports. By that I do not mean imaginative 
reports, but the picturing with a pen of an event so that it may be 
vividly impressed upon the mind of the reader. 

It scarcely need be suggested to any reader of this magazine 
what sort of preliminary work would best fit a man to become a 
reporter on the New York Stm, that best and brightest of all 
American dailies. You may stuff yourself with facts and figures 
till you become an animated census report ; you may drive into 
an insanity of joy your learned professor by flawless papers and 
recitations on political economy and constitutional law ; but if you 
do not know books, if you have not trained your pencil to draw 
word-pictures with swift, easy strokes by that best training of all, 
acquaintance with the master products of others, supplemented by 
persistent efforts of your own, you will journey through the land 
of reporting as a traveller without water in the desert, and would 
best turn back. You would doubtless do very well in the com- 
mercial department of the paper, verifying daily the startling facts 
that butter is *' firm " and '' 30 @ 32c." 

Next to reporting, in the general scale of newspaper progres- 
sion, comes editing — not the writing of editorials, but what the 
word really means, the preparing of matter for the compositor. 
Here it might seem that the need for literary instinct were not so 
imperative. But is this supposition true? 


In every great importing house of that Chinese staple, tea, there 
is one man whose services are invaluable. Not that he is a pro- 
ducer : he may never have seen a growing tea plant in his life. 
Not that he has a fine business capacity to sell the goods to others : 
he may be a veritable Simple Simon in matters of commercial 
transfer. He is needed because by the subtleness of his palate he 
can fix at once the quality of the tea submitted to him ; can tell 
whether the plant grew upon the highlands or the lowlands ; can 
almost say whether through the majority of its life it had been 
kissed by the sun or pelted by the rain. And similar to the tea- 
tasters, it seems to me, are the duties of a desk-man on a news- 
paper. He must have a perfect sense of proportion, and must 
know the good from the bad at a glance, so that when matter 
passes through his hands to be " boiled," or amplified, as the case 
may be, he can do his work quickly and accurately. This power 
is not the birthright of every man, nor of the majority of men. 
In most cases it must be trained, if not acquired, by other means 
than those to be found within one's own personality, and for this I 
know^ no better workshop than a library, and no better tools than 
those books usually classified among the belle-lettres. 

There are two departments of newspaper work in which not 
even the most rabid utilitarian would deny the absolute necessity 
of a fine literary instinct and a well trained writing power. One 
of these is the making of editorials. To do this work is the long- 
ing of every young newspaper man's soul, and at some time or 
other he generally does it. And when the time comes for him to 
sit at his desk and produce something that intentionally challenges 
the attention of a great many men and women, he is a very rash 
fellow indeed if he takes his seat unprepared. At his right hand 
is an admirably arranged scrap-cabinet, giving him accurate de- 
tails of every topic under the sun : let him proceed with the 
editorial. His brain is fairly snapping with brilliant ideas, but 
somehow they ooze out upon his paper in the shape of bombastic 
drivel or dreary commonplaces. What is the matter? The 
question is not worth an answer. And the other case, that of the 
correspondent, is very similar. TTie man who writes to his home 


paper from Washington, for instance, must above all else be 
brilliant ; his pen must be a magician's wand, that makes his read- 
ers see dash and excitement in a meeting of a committee on 
.agriculture. The home paper requires very little knowledge of 
statistics on his part ; it may even overlook a bit of rustiness on 
the workings of the national banking system ; but brilliancy it 
will have, and if the man at Washington cannot produce it, the 
crops and the banks won't save him. 

The sooner the idea that a literary man is necessarily a mental 
*' dude " is gotten rid of, the better it will be for all colleges, Dart- 
mouth well up among the number. We all know her horror of 
any departure, how ever infinitesimal, from manliness, her famed 
scorn for that weak something called *' culchaw ;" she has yet to 
learn some of the finer lessons of life, and to fully see that books 
and book-inspiration make a keener brain, a readier hand, a truer 
heart, a better man. 

This paper has been no plea for the novel-soaked idler who 
imagines that long hair and a pensive eye mark him as *' literary." 
It has tried to say something to those men who, failing to be that 
wonderful creation, a '* happy admixture of both" (mentioned by 
the writer in the December number), turn to the '* groves of the 
academy," as President Lord of honored memory used to say, and 
put to best account the lessons taught there. They will tell you 
that of two men, intellects and temperaments being equal, the one 
who can write is the man the newspapers want. There is no 
€xception to this rule. 

One qualification the intending newspaper man must have, and 
must cultivate to its most vigorous growth : without it all that 
could be said to him in any direction would be as tinkling brass. 
That is the power and determination to work. Neither -literature 
nor statistics can produce this qualification. It is above them 

W. D. ^int. 



I stand alone at night ; 
A mantle soft and white 
O'er sleeping earth is spread 
From cloud-looms, vapor fed. 

Above on watch-towers high 
Star sentries in the sky 
Send tidings far and near, 
As I pause watching here. 

One star peered o'er the crest 
Of mountains in the west, 
And in its radiant grace 
Beheld my lady's face. 

And from her sparkling eye. 
Where merry twinkles lie, 
A signal comes to me 
Which none but I can see. 


*' Does John Ball work in the New Detmole?" I asked of a 
man whose eyes had the fringe of black and his face the blue 
scars that told me he was a miner. 

"Yes," and he pointed to the mountain half a mile below on 
the opposite side of the creek. 

I looked, and saw halfway up the mountain a girdle of railroad, 
and a number of freight cars standing by a dump, which indicated 
the mouth of a mine. I walked down, and commenced the ascent 
along the road taken by the mine horses in going up from the 
stables. The mud was just beginning to grow soft, and as I 
stopped and leaned against a tree to rest, for the climb was steep, 
I caught glimpses of bold mountain scenery to the west, where 
the morning mists still lingered in the deep, narrow valleys. 

I reached the mouth of the mine just at noon. A dozen miners 
who worked near the mouth had (^ome outside and were eating 


their dinner. Every eye was turned upon me as I stood for a 
moment uncertain whom to address, for, as for any choice among 
them, that was simply impossible. The amiable face of Joe 
Gargery, or of Rip Van Winkle himself, would have been effect- 
ually concealed by the coating of black that covered them entire. 
There was not a break in the monotony of their appearance — all 
black, from their " brogans " to the dirty, greasy hats in which 
the lamps were still burning ; all one ominous color — black — 
except indeed their eyes and lips, and these shone with all the 
strength of contrast. I addressed myself to one who sat a little 
apart from the rest, and who proved to be the weigher, or mani- 
fest clerk. 

*' Yes, John Ball is about two miles in," he said in answer to 
my inquiry. 

I was staggered. The idea of diving two miles into the bowels 
of the earth called up visions of miners shut in or blown to pieces 
by fire-damp, and the fate of Bishop Hatto. But being assured 
that this mine contained no damp, and that there were no rats 
except in the old worked-out veins, I determined to try it. They 
filled m}^ lamp with " black strap," and showed me how to carry 
it when walking, in order not to blind myself. 

** Keep the left track to the sixteenth right ' headin',' and any 
of the drivers inside can tell you where Ball works." 

Repeating these directions to myself, and with my lamp tightly 
clutched in my left hand, I turned my back upon the light of day 
and started on my underground journey. For the first few hun- 
dred feet a continuous shower of water fell from the roof; but once 
beyond this the road was solid and dry. There were two tracks, 
and between them a row of posts about three feet apart, to support 
the roof. The track on which I was walking was not then in use. 
It was some time before I could " get my sight," but after that I 
could see quite a distance ahead, and began to calculate how long 
it would take me to reach my destination. Two miles ! I had 
often walked that in less than half an hour, and if the walking 
remained this good, I would soon cover the distance. I increased 
my pace to a brisk walk. Everything was of the one all-pervading 


color, — above, below, around, — as black as the wings of i)ight. 
The stillness was deathlike, oppressive. The only sounds that 
broke the silence were my own footfalls, which echoed faintly 
along the corridor, and the whir-r, whir-r of my lamp flame as I 
brought it forward at each swing of my arm. 

I was soon breathing hard from exercise which in the open air 
would have been^ only moderate. The air was heavy, and it 
required more to support extra exertion. I slackened my pace, 
and watched the curious shadows which my lamp threw on the 
opposite wall and along the path in front. In the distance some- 
thing white appeared hanging from the ceiling : it was mine mold, 
and came down in rounded festoons so beautiful and delicate that 
I stood looking at it for some time. At the first touch it vanished 
like mist. I often saw this afterwards in old or deserted rooms, 
turning the posts into pillars of snow and hanging in stalactites of 
crystal. A few minutes after this I came upon a room where 
several miners were seated waiting for the " empties " to come. 
They peered curiously at me out of the darkness, and when I 
inquired for John Ball, one of them said, — 

"I'm his ' buddie ' [his partner], and am going into his room 
as soon as the cars come." 

So I decided to wait rather than wander about in those dark and 
winding passages alone. At last we heard the cars coming far 
down the grade ; then the lights on the drivers' hats came in sight, 
flitting about in the darkness, and as they came up to us the steam 
from the horses' bodies, and the smoke from the lamps, made the 
air quite hazy. The driver who ran into " No. 19" told me to get 
into the front car, and look out for the low ceiling. He freshened 
the oil in our lamps, perched himself on the corner of the car, 
shouted at the horse, who, after straining and slipping for a few 
seconds, put the three cars in motion. The driver's head seemed 
to run tangent to the ceiling, and the lamp flame streamed back 
over his head as we plunged on into the darkness ahead. I could 
not see in advance of the horse, and as we passed tunnels and cross- 
tunnels, around sharp corners and sudden turns, I thought the 
horse must every minute come up against a wall of coal. But on 


we swept into the Stygian darkness until the car stopped suddenly, 
and the driver shouted, — 
'* Here we are." 

I found a miner seated on a huge block of coal. This was John 
Ball, and we were two miles under the mountain. After transact- 
ing my business with him, I was turning to go, when he uncovered 
his dinner-pail. I had not had anything to eat since early morn- 
ing, and had been walking ever since. It was the day after 
Christmas, and his pail was bursting with the ruins of the dinner 
of the day before. The temptation was too great: 
" Will you sell me part of your dinner?" 
'* Sell it? Why, bless you, man, help yourself! " 
I needed no urging, and I can never tell you how good that 
dinner was, *' finished off" with a drink from his pot of coffee. 
Our hands were both black with coal dust, but there was no water, 
and we did not stand on ceremony. When I tried tO force him to 
take some pay, he only laughed. He did not have enough oppor- 
tunities for hospitality, he said, to let any of them go unimproved. 
As I shook his black but honest hand, I felt that here, in impen- 
etrable gloom, in the heart of this old mountain, flourished a true 
spirit of chivalry such as one seldom meets in the light of day. 

The ride out was down grade, and the cars ran by their own 
weight. I was given a station on the bumper of the last car, and 
after jerking around sharp turns, we reached the main heading, 
and a number of other cars were added to our train. Standing on 
the bumper of the last car in a half stooping position, I dug out 
room enough in the coal for my hands, and awaited developments. 
The cars moved slowly as the breaks were loosened one by one, 
but they soon gathered motion enough to make it quite a feat to 
*'hang on." A large piece of coal gradually settled against 
my hand, and every lurch increased the pressure. When we 
reached the steep part of the grade, all breaks were put on, but 
the momentum was so great that the cars slid along as over a 
greased surface. At last daylight appeared far in the distance, a 
glimmer like that of cold steel. A rush of fresh air, and we were 
in the sunlight again. W. S. S. 



On the shore of one of New England's loveliest lakes, negli- 
gently scattering the sand with his bare feet, and ever and anon 
lifting his dark eyes toward the misty mountains, just now wrapt 
in the mellow haze of an autumnal afternoon, sat a boy about ten 
years of age. Here he was born and reared, with the mountains 
behind and the emerald dotted lake in front. Untutored in the 
superficial civilization of the outer world, he had grown up a 
moody, uncongenial child of the hills, — simple in his habits, and 
with no occupation save occasionally to assist his aged grandfather 
in the little garden. 

His days were spent in roaming through the pathless forests, 
and his nights in musing, and picturing to a vivid imagination the 
scenes which lay beyond those bare summits that in the mystic 
light and shadow of a summer day seemed almost evanescent, but 
none the less an impenetrable barrier between him and the rest of 
the world. 

However, on this particular afternoon the child's thoughts were 
far removed from the fields of glory and ambition's lofty flights ; 
the rough exterior had fled to the forests, leaving the warm, tender 
impulses of a pure heart more than usually chastened by the 
memories of a sweet, sad face that used to bend over him with its 
gentle, motherly affection. 

It was four years since that almost girlish face was laid to rest 
on its pillow of damp, cold earth, and he too young to realize its 
full meaning. Now it came back to him in all its terrible reality. 
The large sorrowful eyes seemed to look down upon him from a 
far away land in the most affectionate pity, — O God ! why did 
you take the loving heart away from this yearning soul? 

The boy is still looking out over the calm waters ; the sun has 
sunk behind the western hills, and the shadows of night are fast 
closing in. The old morbid fancies have returned to sate his mind 
with dismal forebodings, and shroud his face in its habitual mantle 
of sullenness. A thin, cracked voice comes to him, wafted on the 
cool night air, and, rising from the sand, he slowly moves up the 


grass-grown path to a dark house, looming up dim and gaunt in 
the gathering gloom. 

One often feels a sort of reverence for an old time-stricken 
structure that has sheltered the same family for two or three 
generations, even though the paint be dingy and the chimney 
crumbling into dust. But no such feeling occupied the mind of 
this unhappy boy, nor would a mind imbued with far more respect 
for the relics of a by-gone age be impressed with aught but repug- 
nance. Everything had the appearance of fast going to decay. 

The clapboards, blackened by long exposure to rain and snow, 
stared grimly at the rippling water, while the unwashed windows, 
stuffed with rags and other odds and ends, glared as in supreme 
disgust at their unwholesome setting. On all sides was apparent 
the lack of thrift, but more than all in the little garden where the 
sickly vegetables vainly struggled to rise above the rank weeds 
and barn-grass. 

What could be the effect of such a home on a youth naturally of 
a melancholy disposition but to still further disease his imagina- 
tion and fill his mind with morbid fancies? 

With the usual scowl he opened the door, slammed it behind 
him, and throwing himself down on an old husk lounge, glanced 
restlessly around. The bare plastering, here and there knocked 
out in great pieces, shone grimly in the feeble light of a tallow 
candle, while the only possibility of comfort was imprisoned in a 
rust-eaten, tight stove. 

After a silent and scanty meal the young lad climbed to the 
loft above to dream, perhaps, of a golden future studded with the 
priceless gems of peace and plenty. The old clock striking the 
hour often found his aged grandparents still sitting before the 
stove, rehearsing the strange, sad story of their family. 

Some hundred years before, their ancestors, persecuted for 
witchcraft at Salem, had fled to this mountain retreat to escape 
martyrdom at the hands of frenzied fanatics. For three genera- 
tions now had this same family lived here, slowly drifting away 
from the tracks of that civilization which in mockery of its name 
had committed such acts of barbarity. 


The present owner of the little farm had brought into the world 
a daughter, — the rarest flower of the whole region, beautiful in 
form and feature, and no less so in loveliness of disposition. 

Led astray by a man too cowardly to stand by her in the hour 
of need, she left as a memorial of her sin this boy, who, all uncon- 
scious of the disgrace attending his birth, had grown up a simple 
product of nature. When six short years had passed by, the 
young mother sickened and died, leaving the innocent child to 
struggle with the world as best he could. 

Such was the story of their family since the exiles had come 
here to live. The candle burned low in its socket, and with a last 
despairing flicker went out, leaving them in a darkness in perfect 
congruity with their thoughts. 

Five years have elapsed, and a slowly moving wagon is bearing 
the remains of two elderly persons, who by a strange coincidence 
died within a day of each other, to their last resting-place. Beside 
the newly dug graves stands a sturdy youth, with his vacant eyes 
fixed on the distant mountains. He is alone in the world now ; no 
longer will the dismal habitation by the lake hear the shrill voice 
<ind moody response ; no longer will the croaking frogs in the little 
pond behind the house have a listener to sympathize with their 
mournful strains ; no longer will the white scar on the brow of the 
grand old mountain look down with a kindly sorrow on a dark 
young face, or enter into silent converse with his soul. After 
what a brutal neighbor has just told of his mother's sin, he can no 
longer endure to be near the places which at best had given him 
but little comfort. The good old parson from a neighboring vil- 
lege has closed his prayer for the departed souls, and while the 
unsympathetic men are filling up the graves, the boy raises his 
€yes for one moment to the sky — then with hard set features 
vanishes into the woods. 

Twenty years ago a large sanitarium was erected on the out- 
skirts of a far Western town among the gently undulating hills. 
But a short walk from the building flows a beautiful limpid stream, 
sheltered from the wind by sunny hills and dark clad trees. The 
current, hardly perceptible in its sluggish course, whispers softly 


to the half submerged rushes and sedgy banks. Here, on a warm 
day, may be seen small flat-bottomed boats, with two or three pa- 
tients slowly propelled up the sun-flecked river by sturdy boatmen. 

What place could be more soothing to mind or body than this 
still, calm fellowship between the overhanging boughs and deep, 
pellucid water ! Scenes of grandeur often oppress one with their 
very magnitude ; a simple, tranquil vision like this — never ! 

Here amid the quiet rural scenery a mysterious stranger lived 
for eight years, curing all manner of diseases in his calm, simple 
way. The lame came weak and trembling, to go away, often 
within a few hours, well and strong. The insane were restored 
to rationality after a few days of treatment. But his greatest power 
seemed to be over ulcers, and wounds of that character; even the 
bite of a dog was touched and effectually cured. He was ever the 
same — grave almost to coldness, except when some need called 
the blaze of light to his eyes. 

Of the crowds that visited him daily, many inquired for some 
tangible explanation of his wonderful power over human life, but 
invariably went away unenlightened. He always said he could 
not tell himself. He knew not what it was, or how it acted. Cer- 
tain it was, no remedies were employed — nothing but the power 
of his glance and the pressure of those large sympathetic hands. 
There were man}^ who thought it was from God ; to whom he 
replied, — "I know it is good, no more." Still others asked if it 
was from the devil. He simply answered, — "I know not. Only 
this I do know : it must be a good devil, if it be from him, for it 
never has done harm." 

How widely apart the mystical, one might say almost divine, 
power and the purely human — for he could not even read nor 
write. But, though ignorant of the simplest rudiments of language, 
he would, guided by an impulse inexplicable to himself, when 
handed a book, open at once to where he wished it read — pas- 
sages invariably superior to the general context. The Bible and 
Longfellow found the greatest favor in his sight, and he loved to 
sit in the calm of a closing day, listening to portions of the Psalms 
and of Isaiah. 


One morning, as he lay looking out over the hills to the sun just 
bursting through a light morning mist, a strange weariness 
seemed to steal over him. That day the crowd outside, for the 
iirst time in eight years, beat against his door in vain. For two 
weeks he lay weak and passive, wishing only the companionship 
of his beautiful young wife, a girl whose life he had once miracu- 
lously saved. 

'Twas on a still Sabbath morning, as he watched the light 
sparkling on the river, and thought of a far Eastern scene beneath 
the shadow of a white scarred mountain, that he began to speak. 
And this was what he said : "I remember the gleams and glooms 
that dart across the boy's brain — the song and silence that in part 
are prophecies, and in part are longings wild and vain. Oh ! the 
voice of that fitful song sings on and is never still ; a boy's will is 
the wind's will, and the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." 

More slowly, — "I believe in one God, the Father Almighty, 
Maker of Heaven and earth, whose eternal purposes from all 
time have been working, are now, and to all eternity shall work 
towards everlasting good." 

Then brokenly, — "Nothing that is shall perish, — but perish 
only to rise again. The spirit world around this world of sense 
floats like an atmosphere." 

" I am satisfied." 

yohn H. ^itnt. 


Far off in the western sky, 
In a glory of purple and gold, 

The Sunset Islands lie, — 
A picture of peace untold. 

Thither the burning sun 

Hastes through the cloudless sky, 
When his journey is done, 

And the shades of night draw nigh. 


Slowly he sinks to rest 

From the sight of mortal eyes : 
The world, in darkness dressed, 

In slumberous quiet lies. 

Darkness and gloomy night 

Never are known of there 
A shimmering, quivering light 

Gleams through the balmy air. 

A laughing summer sea 

Stretches on every hand ; 
The blue waves dance in glee 

On the white and shining sand. 

Sweet, melodious song 

Is heard in the stately trees ; 
Gently it floats along, 

Borne on the evening breeze. 

Softly the tree-tops sigh, 

" This is the land of rest ; " 
And the sleeping winds reply, 

" The isles of the ever-blest ! " 

And my spirit fain would roam 

On that peaceful, happy shore, 
There to find its home 

In rest forevermore. 

Herbert S. Hopkins. 


Since the four seasons began to wing their annual way about 
our little planet, winter, more than any of the others, has 
had to endure the idle gossip of the -profanum vulgus. Indeed, 
he is no tender, familiar being, but rather a typical northerner, 
as he should be, with manners seldom affable, always a little 
reserved, and often gruff or even surly. But, fortunately, as with 
all good northerners, there is another side to this seeming ill-humor, 
a side which is shown only to those who, for a season every day, 
quit toasting their precious shins at the blazing hearth and seek 
the exhilaration of a winter walk. 


To the majority of mortals the frosty air and the blue dome 
above, the crisp, creaking snow underfoot, — alas, for the per- 
versity of the race ! — are best enjoyed in the freedom of fancy, 
with the feet comfortably crossed upon the fender. It is to this 
poor, misguided element that, in the role of a confirmed tramp, I 
would address a word, which may throw light upon the true 
character of the season of cold. 

In the first place, winter is not so forbidding an individual as 
we hearth-lovers imagine. The teamster on the road, and the 
logging-man in the woods, have to thank him for an effervescence 
of energy and good spirits enjoyed at no other time. Visit the 
logging-camp when the sun has set, and watch the evening repast. 
In the little hut a scorching fire blazes up the fireplace, about 
which sit the swarthy Canadians. Ye gods ! how these men eat ! 
Huge hunks of salt pork form the entrees of the banquet, -pore sale 
the meats, and as for the dessert, it is hard-tack and salt pork. 
How our French friend yonder smacks his lips over that raw mass 
which a moment ago was a frozen chunk in the pork barrel, but 
which now, thawed by the flame, seems to him a morsel such as 
Charles Lamb describes, melting with liquid sweetness ! What 
cares he for the dainties that the townsman must needs have to 
tempt his benumbed palate ! His spice is in the odorous hemlocks 
and pines that wave over his shanty and totter beneath his echoing 
blows. His pepsin and tonics are the bracing air and pure sun- 
light. He is the boon companion of winter, acquainted with the 
old fellow's moods, and ready to endure the roughest sport and 
grimmest storm that his patron and friend may vent upon him. 

Perhaps no more unjust remark was ever let fall in regard to 
our Northern winter than that the birds are driven off by his cold 
breath to the realms where spring reigns the year round. The 
fact is, as many a tramp over hill and through dale has taught 
me, that the "feathered minstrels" are not so solicitous of their 
voices and fearful of frost-bites as we sometimes think. Winter 
threatens not so much with his cold as with the profound bread- 
and-butter question. 

The larders of the birds that forage upon the ground, or wade 


our streams and float upon our ponds, are locked by the frost and 
snow, making a trip to Florida imperative for these ; but others are 
not thus affected. Toothsome — or should we say billsome? — larvce 
are packed away beneath the bark of many a tree and in the inner 
chambers of many a stump ; nourishing, spicy seeds are suspended 
upon the birches ; in the orchards hang frozen apples, which (I 
have it on the authority of the pine grosbeak and others) are 
delicious on a mild day; — all these, and other viands, are still 
exposed in the markets of winter. 

But where are the customers? you say, as you snuggle up to 
the grate, and under your breath thank your stars that you weren't 
born with ornithological instincts. Ah ! my friend, draw on your 
top-boots, don your ulster, and strike out on the crust to the 

In these pines we hear the cheery twitter of the chickadees as 
they pry in every nook and cranny for seeds lodged there by the 
wind, or for tender insect morsels. Look at that tiny body which 
you could almost lose in your closed palm. How brightly the 
fires must burii in that little breast, and how thick must be the 
feather coat to ward off' the bleak winds of February ! With all 
his guards against cold, however, I fear he would fare ill were 
it not for his active disposition and cheerful, sunny nature. The 
most typical south-dwellers that are with us in summer, as the 
flycatchers and tanagers, are fond of a perch, and show a sort of 
southern ennui. Not so with Parus. As you enter the woods 
at earliest dawn you find him at work, and at sunset he still twit- 
ters cheerily as he seeks the last bit of fuel to keep those inner 
fires ablaze till morning. 

Naturally a creature so sociable, so industrious and happy, 
attracts other congenial spirits to him. The salon of the chicka- 
dees is open to all, even to man himself, provided he behaves 
properly and does not abuse his privileges. Among the more 
important guests, however, are the kinglets, distinguished from 
common mortals by golden crowns, partially concealed — such is 
their modesty — by feathers. 

With them also flock the goldfinches that we saw trooping 


through the air in summer with undulatory flight, carolling, as 
they rose and fell, those sweet, mellow, plaintive notes that sug- 
gested to the naturalist the name of the species, — tristis. The 
goldfinch, however, no longer wears the cloth of gold. This 
summer garb has been laid aside for one of dull brown. Thus 
each spring, when we should expect the goldfinch mind would 
'' gently turn to thoughts of love," his tailor. Nature, decks him 
out. But the honeymoon speeds by ; in August life becomes 
prosaic; parental cares, perhaps, have weighed upon him, and 
now his spring suit grows rusty. 

We have not, however, spoken of the genuine children of the 
north. The unobtrusive, yet familiar, brown creeper, the sprightly 
nut-hatch, and the woodpeckers may be seen winter-long clamber- 
ing up and down the loose bark of the same tree-trunks that 
attracted them last summer. Jays, trusting to good looks to atone 
for boorish manners, scream as lustily in the woods now as when 
the flocks gathered in the fall, and an occasional crow floats above 
your head on a fine, mild day. Those Nimrods of the air, the 
Raftores^ still scour the woods for squirrels, deer-mice, and hap- 
less kinglets or red-polls ; nor are these all of the feathered tribe 
that experience with us the changing round of seasons. 

There is no living creature, however, that is so associated in 
my mind with winter scenes as is the snow-bunting. Born and 
reared in the extreme north, this bird whirls down upon us amid 
the snowflakes of some gusty storm. With a breast as white as 
the very snow, with a wing that in its waywardness seems guided 
by the wind itself, he has well been called the " snow-flake." 

There are two birds that visit us each winter from the north, 
which may be mentioned together only by way of contrast. They 
are the shrike and pine grosbeak. The very name of shrike 
(whatever it may be in avian vocabulary) must strike terror to the 
heart of every undersized member of the bird community ; but the 
grosbeak, though as big as the shrike, provided with an ugly 
looking beak, and, if an adult male, with his plumage apparently 
bespattered with the gore of some hapless victim, is as meek and 
simple a creature as ever warbled. 


On those bright days in March when old winter forgets to be 
crusty and we see the smile of approaching spring, when the 
warm sap begins to course through the veins of the trees and to 
melt away the snow at their feet, and when the warm south-wind 
is loaded heavily with vapors, then the birds of the north seem 
most abundant. Called out by the fine weather from their thicket 
rendezvous, they are joined by companions from farther south, 
and flock together ere they set out for the breeding-grounds among 
the mountains, or in Labrador and the north. 

The black snow-bird, with a dainty, trim figure, easily rec- 
ognized by white feathers that streak the tail, now twitters at 
our very doors. Cross-bills, in bricky-red costumes, gather in 
the conifers, and busy themselves in dexterously tearing open the 
cones with their singular beaks ; flocks of pine grosbeaks, too, 
composed mainly of females, and young males in the ashy-gray 
plumage of their mothers, may be seen munching cedar-berries, 
maple seeds, or frozen apples, thus enjoying the last days of their 
vacation under southern skies ere they go north again. The 
scarcity of males is a peculiar phenomenon, lamented as much, I 
daresay, by the maidens and young widows of grosbeak circles 
as a similar state of affairs is bewailed by the fair sex at some of 
the watering-places oi genus homo. 

Enough has been said already to show that our snow-mantled 
woods, pastures, and gardens are far from being tenantless ; but 
we can here give only an inkling of what the winter walker sees 
and hears. As he strides over the creaking crust through the 
woods, the red squirrel barks saucily at him, and scampers up to 
its nest of dry leaves ; perchance a partridge whirrs up before 
him, or, in the distance, sets the echoes of its booming reveille 
a-flying ; a timid rabbit looks askance at him for an instant, and 
dashes away; or reynard sniffs the tainted air, and gallops off' to 
seek cover. 

I know it is the fashion to regard winter as Nature's sleep. We 
have come to think of her as then tenderly lulling some of her 
nurslings to slumber in snug cots beneath the sod ; as sending 
others of them away to warmer climes ; and, finally, drawing over 


her bosom a spotless white coverlid of snow, and sweetly sleep- 

But we forget the forms, throbbing with life and quickened by 
the cold, that like guardian angels attend her slumbers. To them 
winter is an universal tonic. The frost king stalks abroad, a 
jovial companion but an imperious master. He bids all be brisk 
and active, and in return confers upon his subjects a wine that 
exhilarates and cheers, — the winter air. 

J. H. Gerould, 


When morning came, the air was thick with snow ; 
The burdened trees, with branches bending low, 
Were softly mourning o'er the summer fled, 
O'er leaves and flowers forever cold and dead. 
The dancing flakes were shouting forth " Heigh-ho : 
The sombre forests answered back '* Ah, woe ! " 
When morning broke. 

Ere evening's close, a welcome glory crept 
Across the silent sky ; the meadows slept 
In mantles white ; the peak was burnished gold. 
And far away the tattered storm-clouds rolled. 
A freezing wind across the valley swept ; 
The lightened, swaying trees no longer wept, 
Ere evening's close. 

Ozora S. Davis. 

The Chair. 

Some few thoughts come to us here in the sanctum^ as a result 
of attending the annual meeting and dinner of the Intercollegiate 
Press Association in Boston, February 22d. The pleasure of meet- 
ing other men, engaged in similar work, having like trials and 
perplexities, must give one some new life for his daily task. Col- 
lege journalism has climbed high ery^ugh now so that such an 
association should make no apology for an existence. If, how- 
ever, it is to become an established fixity, it must certainly consist 
in more than a yearly assembling for social intercourse. It must 
fill a need, and make itself an agent for good to each college 
journal. Otherwise its mission is a failure. Before better results 
come we must have more systematic arrangement, and greater 
activity in association work. A union, which has no other func- 
tion, cannot live a year on a good dinner. It must be founded on 
business principles, and draw its life from an active intercourse 
through the entire year. As to the annual meeting, we would 
have more time spent in the convention. A whole day might well 
have been devoted to constitutional changes, and the discussion of 
questions, which received the meagre attention of an hour. A 
programme, previously prepared, made up of papers and discus- 
sions, upon subjects of common interest, could not fail to be inter- 
esting and instructive. There should be seventy-five delegates 
at such a meeting. 

This mention of number calls to mind the question of a national 
association. We cannot see arguments in its favor, but rather 
many against it. It would prove unwieldy, difficult of manage- 
ment, and would scatter our forces to the detriment of any 
and all united effort. It would necessarily remove the conven- 
tion to New tfork city, and increase the expense of attendance. 


We wish to promote common interests. Bringing in more states 
will weaken unity of sentiment. 

A few days ago a member of the Y. M. C. A. committee on 
Bible study remarked in our presence, "I can't find a college pro- 
fessor who will teach a Bible-class Sunday afternoon." This 
seemed rather strange, but inquiry proved that earnest eflfort had 
been made and failed. The inevitable question then came. Why 
is this so ? Can students in the midst of a crowded curriculum 
find time for Bible study, and yet be unable to secure an instruc- 
tor? Is our faculty so hard, worked in the daily routine, that not 
even one can be found whose time will permit a few hours a week 
to forward this movement? If so, our week-day work is being 
increased at too great a cost. When our present Biblical courses 
were introduced, we were told that a comprehensive knowledge 
of sacred writing and characters was an essential of true culture — 
a fact which is unquestioned. Whether or not they are accom- 
plishing their mission is much more a matter of doubt. 

There has been a wish expressed that we might have a senior 
elective or optional, in which those desiring might follow out such 
study. In the meantime there are men who deem its importance 
so great as to be willing to put time into Bible study in addition 
to other regular work. Viewed not only from a Christian stand- 
point, but merely from one of college interest, this is commendable. 
We cannot believe, that with an understanding of the case, 
encouragement will long be denied in the shape of instruction. 
The greatest good comes from the study of the Bible when it is 
work done pleasantly and freely, unhampered by a text-book, an 
assigned number of pages, and a marking system. 

It might seem to a casual reader, that, when our college editors 
have no other subject in hand, they turn instinctively to the library. 
Time after time has the lawless treatment of our reading-room, 
together with the stealing of books from the stack and reference- 
rooms, been deprecated. But, as if spurred on by indignant college 


opinion, an infinitely worse phase appears. Not only have these 
petty thieves carried on their work form day to day, but not long 
ago the main doors of the stack-room were pried open, and an 
entry evidently effected. What such a spirit will develop it is 
difficult to predict. It is hard to believe that we have men among 
us who have so far lost the first principles of honesty as to be 
classed among common house-breakers and thieves, yet facts 
seem to indicate as much. Business looseness, and even unmanly 
qualities, may be in part overlooked among college men, but such 
acts as this fail of finding excuse, and cannot meet too speedy 
punishment. The more such men there are among us the slower 
must be the advancement in college morality, and the sooner they 
go from among us the better it will be for all concerned. 

There ought to be more among us writing poetry. Not to say 
that every college man can or should invoke the Muse, but there 
has been an evident falling oflT in the amount of verse written dur- 
ing the last year, without any apparent reason. Our department 
of Thistle-Down is intended to provide a place where beginners 
may have their verse published, if it has literary merit, even if 
every foot be not in perfect form. This department has also con- 
tained some of our best poetry, and we wish contributions to it 
might be still more numerous than in the past. 

We have been very quiet about money matters up to date. 
Just now we will state that any of our subscribers wishing to avoid 
a dun, may do so, by handing the amount due to the business 

The next lecture in the " Lit." course will be given by the 
Rev. Arthur Little, d. d., '60, of Dorchester, Mass. His subject is 
— "The Religious Elements in the Constitution of the United 

By THE Way. 

I believe it is Hart who proposes the excellent scheme of having 
in view the complete mastery of some one branch of study while in 
college, as a modern or an ancient language, or some branch of 
either, as the drama. This need not be done at expense of the 
other studies, which can be given the time necessary for " les- 
sons." In this way one could unite the general and the special 
methods, giving the faculties abundant exercise in minute investi- 
gation, critical and profound study, as well as giving them a 
broader training in general work. 

We all know what advantage the man with a purpose has over 
the one whose efforts are without direction or aim ; the singling 
out of some one study to which particular attention should be 
given through the course with the hope of final mastery, would 
give decided impetus to other study. 

An American professor, many years a student in Germany, 
truly says, — "Our American graduates have at the present time 
too many studies, and are hurried through difficult and discon- 
nected subjects at too rapid a rate." 

"The qualifications necessary to constitute one of the animals 
called poets, are ragged elbows, empty pockets, and disappoint- 
ment in love." 

This rather unique definition I found heading "Lines to a 
Young Lady" in a small volume of poems written by Jonathan 
Arnold, a graduate of Dartmouth in 1788. He was a singer of 
the "woods and streams," as his two odes to the Passumpsic and 
Connecticut abundantly testify. 

" Passumpsic, Hail ! who glid'st along 
Unknown to melody or song." 

BY THE WAY. . 245 

After graduating from Dartmouth he was a tutor in the college 
of Rhode Island. Some of his poems were published in the Dart- 
mouth Eagle in 1794. This poet is, I believe, the first on record 
at Dartmouth, and his modest little volume I found hidden away 
in the alumni alcove, which is rich in similar curiosities. Here 
are the Life and Writings of Rufus Choate, and the works of 
Webster, lamentably battered and worn, and here an Icelandic 
grammar by Geo. P. Marsh ''^%. 

H. K. Oliver's Hymns represent the author of "Old Federal 
Street," who graduated from Dartmouth in 1818, and upon whom 
the college conferred the degree Doctor of Music in ^%i^ — the only 
one of the kind ever given. Testimony is borne to the profound 
scholarship of Prof. Thos. Crosby by the large number of Greek 
texts which represent his careful work. 

Nothing is more interesting than the files of the»old publications, 
the Anvil and the Aestrus : even the locals are interesting, and 
take us back to times when the persons and scenes now of college 
tradition were among the "strange things we see." In the pam- 
phlet cases are class histories and reports, interesting when 
taken in chronological order, as showing the development in such 
work. The very pat title of a sophomore history is, "A Tale of 
the Wilderness : or, A Year in the Saddle." There is a great 
predominance of theological works on the shelves of this alcove, 
showing the large percentage of ministers among the early alumni. 
But law, medicine, and science arp well represented though 
meagrely when compared with books on theology. 

No course of study during senior year offers better opportunity 
for careful research, or extensive reading in connection with the 
subject, than that of economics. No research better repays the 
student in informing him in matters of intense practical interest, 
such as our banking and currency system, and the laws under 
which we live, and act, and exercise the rights of citizenship. 

How ably, with what credit to the college and benefit to the 
students, the chair of political science is filled we all know. It is as 

^4^ BY THE WAY. 

much the methods of work we acquire by contact with a professor, 
as the specific information we get, that is of real help to us. Here 
is a subject that appeals to every one who hopes to be an intelli- 
gent citizen, taught in a careful, thorough, and painstaking man- 
ner ; and to any who wish to give this subject special, or even fair, 
attention, let us add a word of warning. Do not burden yourself 
with other studies or other interests, thinking that with only two 
studies senior year you can easily accomplish much outside work. 
The collateral reading on this course of economics is so vast that it 
ranges all the way from statistics to fiction, and you will need the 
time that would be devoted to a third study, to give it even mod- 
erate attention. 

Above my seat in the recitation-room is a view along the Appian 
Way, with the old dismantled tombs of the nobility of Rome lining 
its sides. There is something about this road, as it stretches away 
into far perspective, that suggests the Roman : the precision of its 
course, its uniform width, its even, level curbing, all stamp it as 
the work of some ruler of the Eternal City. 

I was much surprised to read the other day that this road was 
completed from Rome to Brundusium about 30 B. C, and 
extended over a distance of three hundred and fifty miles. It 
was the great artery of trade between Rome and southern Italy, 
but after the fall of the empire, these tombs, which from the gate 
of St. Sebastian down to the foot of the Albano are counted by 
thousands, were stripped of their ornaments of marble and stat- 
uary, and later infested by robber bands which preyed upon trav- 
ellers. Afterwards another road was built parallel to this great 
thoroughfare of early days, which in time became overgrown and 
fell into disuse. 

I was looking at the picture one morning, and imagined I saw 
the dismantled tombs restored to their former grandeur, and along 
the road there was an appearance of the life and activity which 
those well worn flags once knew. It is early morning, and a 
single person in monk's attire is measuring with his steps the long 

BY THE WAY. 247 

shadows of the tombs. As he hastens on, he turns to look back at 
the city he is leaving, and the face is that which we see so often 
ascribed to St. Peter. He is fleeing from the persecutions of Nero, 
but sees approaching him, with head bowed, his former master. 
^''Domine quo vadis.'''' '* To Rome, a second time to suffer." 
Peter, abashed, accepts the rebuke, turns about and retraces his 
steps, which he knows will lead him to martyrdom. 

As he passes from sight, the imperial post — a closed car with the 
arms of the empire blazoned on its sides and drawn by two horses 
at full gallop — goes thundering by, and the foot travellers stand 
on the side of the road, wave their hands, and shout as it passes. 
It comes near colliding with a long line of private equipages, 
which, with its retinue of clients, passes at a more leisurely gait. 
Now come great wagons laden with corn from the seacoast and 
the South, and venders of small wares from the campania begin 
to crowd the road. The sun now gilds some chariots that come 
from the Porta Capena, and the small folk scatter before these 
insignia of nobility ; they are clearing the way for a triumphal 
procession ; the car of victory is momently expected to come in 
sight, and the citizens 

" Have climbed up to the walls and battlements, 
To the towers and windows, yea to the chimney-tops, 

To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome." 

Now it is Cicero, who would never follow anything that other 
men began, who loved his Rome as Richelieu loved his France, 
returning from exile, and welcomed at the gates by a rejoicing 
senate and people. Now appears a little band of Christians con- 
versing earnestly with a man of small stature in their midst. Is it 
the dauntless Paul? They mind not the taunts from a passing 

car, but press on towards the walls Did I hear my name? 

Yes, and I must answer non -paratus^ and leave my reverie with a 



We have Just received the last volume of this most valuable work.^'' — Exchange. 

Orations and theses are robbed of their stings ; 
The disputant's troubles have taken on wings. 
Achilles to Xerxes — the list is complete : 
Xanthippe and Socrates bow at our feet. 

Our woes, our trials, all are past, — 

The Ency. Brit, is done at last. 

Oh, joy to the plugger ! Oh, bliss for the dig ! 
No more Analytics and dusty old Trig., 
For now, spread before him, lie treasures untold. 
More dear than to misers are mountains of gold. 

Let musty tomes away be cast, — 

The Ency. Brit, is done at last. 


The soft waves lap the rocky shore. 
O'er all the morning mist is hanging, 

While strangely faint, yet strangely clear, 
A warning bell is slowly clanging. 

O dreary morn ! why pout and sulk 
Behind your veil of fleece retiring ? 

Ye lordly trees ! why bend and weep ? 
My eye but longs to be admiring. 

The steamers scream, the fog-bells ring, 
Within my heart suspense is rising ; 

Must this damp shroud o'erwhelm all rest, 
And fill my breast with doubt's surmising? 

But, lo ! the sun breaks forth at last. 

The scattered mist-wreaths swiftly driving ; 

Adown that path my loved one comes, 
To keep the tryst we 've been contriving. 

Ozora S. Davis. 

C F. Robinson. 



Over the hills in the West sinks the sun; 
Dark fall the shadows; the long day is done. 
Soft are the whispers that evening brings, 
Peaceful the song that the rising breeze sings, — 

Naming the friends whom the years stole away. 
Sorrows that darkened our merriest day, 
Joys of the morning, the labor of noon. 
Snow-drifts of winter, and roses of June. 

" Dark are the shadows, yet bright are the stars ; 
Love is the force that the future unbars ; 
Hope in the shadow, and work in the light," 
These are the whispers that come with the night. 

Ozora S. Davis. 


I need not describe my companion. On his brow the wrinkles of ages were smooth. 

We two were floating, buoyed by the measureless force of Kronos, swayed by the cease- 
less circles of Kosmos. Suddenly I felt a presence, and seeing nothing, timidly, fearfully 
questioned the lake-like depths : 

" Who art thou? " 

An echoing tinkling reached my ears, as of bells of kine on distant meadows. 

" I pass over the earth, seen and unseen by human eyes. I light on the long lashes of 
the maiden loved, hide among the instruments of the aged scientist and burrow in his 
papers, eluding his palsied touch, rest a moment on some throbbing heart, and hum a 
tune into an ancient's ear, which strai-ghtway he forgets and would give worlds to know. 
Children see me best whose eyes are yet liquid with the dawn of life." 

" O malicious sprite ! let me, too, see thee." 

My voice sounded hollow. 

" No malice of mine, but the malice of men, prevents my being clearly seen by all." 

The ether before me rippled like the laughing of sunlight upon water, and quivered and 
shone like a rain-drop just about to fall. As I glanced at my companion, I knew he beheld 
her immortal image. 

* * * * 

Scarcely had we floated on, when a monster swept past armed with a spiny scourge and 
heavy chain. From his belt hung a human skeleton. 

" I follow, but she knows me not, but men know me ! " 

And he cracked his scourge till sparks flew from the spines. 

" Gaze longer," said the voice beside me. 

As I looked, the colossal shrunk to human, the human to pigmy, shape. 

" I have long since ceased to see him," said my companion. 

Crayon Bleu. 

The life of the archaeologist must be one of ever increasing delight. It is a pleasure to 
study our own social organism, and to see the libraries and buildings with which our great 
cities are gemmed; but to wrest a library or a temple, a custom or an institution, from the 
oblivion which time would gladly cast upon it, this must indeed be 

" A joy without canker or cark, 
A pleasure eternally new." 

And where would one rather work than in the Eternal City ! 

Necessarily we must receive every statement of the archaeologist with a large degree of 
caution. We justly demand breadth of intellectual equipment, as well as long personal ex- 
perience, from any investigator before we credit his opinions as authoritative. These are 
the qualifications, possessed in an eminent degree by Prof. Lanciani, which give to the new 
revelation^ of ancient Rome its great value. The publishers have spared no pains to make 
the book beautiful, and their success is complete. From first to last the work is of absorb- 
ing interest, and its value to classical students will hardly be overestimated. It is not a 
restatement of facts already known ; it is, rather, a charming account of fresh discoveries. 
There are chapters devoted to the police and fire departments, libraries, public places of 
resort, and sanitary conditions, of the city; together with accounts of the Tiber, Claudian 
harbor, and Campagna. But the chapters which best illustrate the scope of the book are, 
perhaps, those on " The Foundation and Prehistoric Life of Rome," and " The House of 
the Vestals." In the former, Prof. Lanciani combats the statement of Prof. Middleton, in 
Ancient Rome in 1885, concerning the discovery of an Etruscan city, which existed "before 
the legendary regal period, on one of the largest hills " of Rome. On the other hand, he 
would demonstrate, "first, that Rome was built by colonists from Alba Longa; secondly, 
that these colonists were simple shepherds ; thirdly, that the foundation of Rome dates 
from the age of bronze." This attempted establishment of the validity of the traditional 
sources of Roman history is pleasant ; yet the explanation of the city's foundation by the 
Alban shepherds seems to us a little indefinite and unsatisfactory — a trifle short of a " dem- 
onstration." In the chapter on the house of the Vestals the author has reached a height 
of interest. Tracing the origin and growth of the worship, he passes on to a description of 
the Atrium Vestae and the final decline and extinction of the institution. This chapter, 
throwing a flood of new light on that order which for eleven centuries preserved the 
fire in their temple and was the repository of the sacred secrets of the state, reads like a 
romance, yet with almost the authority of history. We would like to speak of the chapter 
on libraries, but space forbids. Every student of Latin should read at least, and own if 
possible, this valuable book on the city around which is centred so much of his delightful 

^Ancient Rome in the Light of Recent Discoveries. By Rodolfo Lanciani, Professor in the Uni- 
versity of Rome. Boston : Houghton, Mifflin & Co., 1889. Kj.oo. 


General Astronomy^ is a work by a distinguished alumnus and former professor of Dart- 
mouth, which reflects great credit upon its author and publishers. The widely known abil- 
ities of the author as a teacher, lecturer, and investigator, particularly adapt him to the 
work of producing a volume which shall serve as a model text-book for daily recitations in 
higher institutions, as the manual of the special student of Astronomy and allied subjects,, 
and as the valued book of reference for the library of the general reader. The language 
and explanations are not drily scientific, nor are they popular. Science is not lowered ta 
be popular, but the lay reader is lifted up to the level of science. Few volumes of five- 
hundred pages can be found which open up more new ideas and new truths for the 
learner than does this. The naked laws of Mathematics are given a practical clothing :; 
nearly all the principles of modern Physics and Chemistry find their application in some 
phase of the subject : and the more than two hundred well executed engravings add much 
to the clearness of explanation and general interest. The arrangement of the book is such 
that certain of the more abstruse sections and chapters, of interest chiefly to the special stu- 
dent, may be omitted without marring the continuity of the work. It is now ten years since 
a book of similar scope has appeared in this country, and the volume before us gives espe- 
cial attention to the great advances recently made, and making, in the line of Physical and 
Stellar Astronomy; yet the chapters on Instruments, Central, Forces, and Tides are more 
fully treated than the time will allow for most classes. Perhaps the least satisfactory sec- 
tion is that on the Seasons, and the most interesting to the reader those chapters on the 
Sun and Stars. The book has been adopted for the Academic and Chandler classes, and! 
will soon become more or less familiar to many readers of the Lit. f. 

" Sir Walter, pride of all Scotchmen," as Carlyle reverently called the author of Waver- 
ley, has become " Sir Walter, pride of all lovers of 'shaggy honesty, sagacity, and good- 
ness,'" one whose glowing pages charm old and young alike. It is well to acquire an 
appetite for an author by tastes, now and then, of his best; and a certain account of '* a 
gross of green spectacles, with silver rims and shagreen cases," read and re-read in the dog- 
eared reader, has inspired many a school-boy with a desire to know more of the Vicar of 
Wakefield. The pleasant introduction^ to Scott which a Dartmouth alumnus proposes for 
his young friends, needs no justification. Mr. Blaisdell is ardent but careful. He has ar- 
ranged concise introductory matter, and prefaced each selection with an explanatory notice. 
The selections are representative of the best in Scott's fiction, the type is large and clear,, 
and the volume valuable because adapted to an existing need. 

Judithfi " The poem of Judith was composed, in or about the year 856, in gratitude for 
the deliverance of Wessex from the fury of the heathen Northmen, and dedicated, at once 
as epinikion and epithalainion, to the adopted daughter of England, the pride, the hope, the 
darling of the nation." This is the theory propounded by Prof. Cook concerning this in- 
teresting early English epic fragment in his admirable edition. This is, in scope of treat- 
ment, all that could be desired. The poem is studied in nearly every possible phase. There 

M Text-Book of General Astronomy. By Charles A. Young '53. Boston and London : Ginn & 
Co., 1888. ^2.25. 

"^Readings from the Waverley Novels. Edited by Albert F. Blaisdell, A. M., '59. Boston : Lee- 
& Shepard, 1889. 

^Judith: An Old English Epic Fragment. Edited by Albert S. Cook. Boston : D. C. Heath & 
Co., 1888. ^^1.25. 


is an interesting autotype fac-simile of a page of the text, then follow a copious introduction, 
the text and translation on opposite pages, a complete glossary, bibliography, and repeated 
and peculiar phrases. The whole is bound in a unique coarse cloth. It is a gem of edit- 

Testa} In " Nathan the Wise " Lessing puts these words into the mouth of the maiden 
Recha, when asked where she has acquired her knowledge : " I learned it from my father's 
lips alone, and, for the most, could tell you how, and where, and why he taught it me." 
We venture that Enrico could have made a like statement upon his return from San Ter- 
enzo and his shrewd uncle's teaching. Testa is a book for boys, packed full of helpful 
thought put in attractive form. There is genuine poetry in " Little Laurina Tries to Ex- 
tinguish the Sun," a tender pathos in " The Green-Glass Bottle," and incentive to a zealous 
patriotism in " The Story of Ipsilonne." It reveals many an unknown feature of the new 
Italy. Its style is simple, its truths are old, but it has a charm and freshness about it which 
will make it a real pleasure. 

French Reader? Prof. Super has prepared a reader which is a novelty among others of 
its class. It is one of those volumes which the student delights in, containing, in handy 
form, text, notes, and voq^-bulary. It is, in every sense, a preparatory reader. The first part 
contains translations, from Andersen mainly, into easy French ; the second is occupied by 
selections of moderate difficulty, mostly from Dumas and Daudet; the third is Xavier de 
Maistre's " Les Prisonniers du Caucase ; " and the fourth is made up of verse of simple 
construction. Slight changes have been made in some of the selections. The vocabulary 
illustrates, by type, the connection between the English and French words. For beginners 
this reader is admirably adapted, — so simple that the translation does not become too 
much of a burden, and so constructed that a vocabulary will become fixed, progress can be 
seen, and a moderate familiarity with the language acquired with comparative ease. 

The excellence of Allen & Greenough's Latin Grammar is too well established to need 
restatement, and the revision^ of this valuable work is an important addition to the tools 
of the student's work-shop. The size of the old edition has been increased 150 pages by 
the additions. These are to be found in nearly every section. Among the most useful of 
the enlarged portions are the chapters on " Verbs " and " Formation of Words." A valu- 
able " Index of Verbs " has been placed in the Appendix. The new grammar is admirably 
z^dapted to the needs of both the young and advanced student of Latin. 

We acknowledge the receipt of the following books : Report of the Commissioner of Edu- 
cation^ 1 886- '87 ; The History of Education in North Carolina, by Charles Lee Smith; In- 
dustrial Educatioji in the South, by Rev. A. D. Mayo. Washington : Government. 1888. 
The last two are monographs prepared under the auspices of the Bureau of Education, We 
have also received the Seventh Annual Report State Board of Health, N H. Manchester, 

"^Testa: A Book for Boys. By Paolo Mantegazza. Luigi D. Ventura, translator. Boston: D. C. 
Heath & Co., 1889. ^1.25. 

''' Preparatory French Reader. By O. B. Super. Boston : D. C. Heath & Co., 1888. 80 cts. 

^ Allen and Greenougli's Latin Grammar. Revised and enlarged by J. B. Greenough and G. L. 
Kittredge. Boston : Ginn & Co., 1889. ^1,35. 


Scribner's for March is a strong number. The best of the verse is Thomas Wentworth 
Higginson's " Vestis Angelica." " Some of Wagner's lieroea and Heroines " is interest- 
ing. The feature of the magazine this month is a brilliant final paper, " An Animated 
Conversation," by Henry James. • 

The Dial is an excellent critical journal. Its leading papers are always interesting, and 
its shorter articles are able. It gives a valuable list of books of each month. But is it 
always fitting to reprint its own table of contents in " Topics in Leading Periodicals " ? 

The Atlantic for March contains a poem by Mr, Whittier, "The Christmas of 1888," in 
the same delightful vein in which he has shown himself master as author of " Snow-Bound." 
John Fiske contributes an article on " Ticonderoga, Bennington, and Oriskany." This 
number is up to the high standard of the magazine. 

Dr. William A. Hammond, the world-famed specialist in mind diseases, says, — 

"^New York, July 10, 1888. 
" I am familiar with various systems for improving the memory, including, among others, 
those of Feinaigle, Gouraud, and Dr. Pick, and I have recently become acquainted with 
the system in all its details and applications taught by Prof. Loisette. I am therefore en- 
abled to state that his is, in all its essential features, entirely original ; that its principles 
and methods are different from all others, and that it presents no material analogies to that 
of any other system. 

" I consider Prof. Loisette's system to be a new departure in the education of the mem- 
ory and attention, and of very great value ; that, it being a systematic body of principles 
and methods, it should be studied as an entirety to be understood and appreciated ; that a 
correct view of it cannot be obtained by examining isolated passages of it. 

" To Prof. Loisette, 237 Fifth Avenue, N. Y." 


The Exchange-editor is out of sorts. Everything has conspired to make the usually 
pleasant task of reviewing a miserable grind. Our environment is at fault. O for the 
"glowing grate," or the sputtering, crackling " log on the hearth " ! The wretched substi- 
tute is a stove that, despite shakings and pokings innumerable, obstinately persists in 
imitating a refrigerator, while the elements are at war outside. And instead of the 
"wreaths of smoke " from the " priceless meerschaum" or "fragrant Havana," with the 
attendant beatific visions, a cold in the head and a cubeb are the realities. Indeed, the 
"easy chair " is the sole requisite for editorial happiness of which we can boast. Yet we 
should be happy, uncomfortable as we are, did not our guests disappoint us. The philos- 
ophers in the company are very prosy and common-place ; the story-tellers are tiresome — 
oh, so tiresome ! and the poets, — well, the poets are absent to-night, and are represented by 
a few upstart rhymesters, whom St. Valentine has called into existence with their stale con- 
ceits of roguish Cupids and bleeding hearts. Away with them ! 

In our present mood, the oft quoted remark of novelist Howells derogatory of college 
literature does not seem so jnuch amiss. We have our "spells " when we resent it fiercely, 
but just now the conviction is again forced upon us that, although undergraduate literary 
effort in general may not merit the famous dictum of Mr. Howells, much of it does, and 
that, very often. After all, it would be most unreasonable not to expect a decided fluctua- 
tion in the quality of undergraduate production. The literary man in college is preemi- 
nently a man of impulses and inspirations. The brilliant essay, the entertaining story, the 
graceful sketch, the artistic poem, cannot be ground out as so much grist from the hopper. 
The happy moment, or day, of inspiration comes, a little faithful work assists genius, and 
the brain-product is ready to please and interest the college world. But impulse and inspi- 
ration are fickle servants. They will not come at one's bidding, and the college litterateur 
is as often without their aid as with it. 

The courtesy which makes due allowance for this unavoidable unevenness of literary 
merit, and the sympathy coming from practical knowledge of editorial difficulties and trials, 
forbid us to yield to the temptation to indulge in a little destructive criticism. We notice 
briefly two February exchanges, which most commend themselves. 

We usually find something of interest in the Harvard Monthly. This time the stories, 
"The Hunting at Rossness," and "A Bit of Official Tragedy," divide our attention. The 
former has the most literary merit. The latter is a strong story, so far as regards the 
conception of the plot, but the slight element of unreality which pervades it, and the im- 
probability of the occurrence in the sequel, somewhat mar its power. The absence of verse 
in the number seems a defect which should be carefully guarded against. 

In great contrast with respect to editorial departments is the Nassau Lit. While the 
Mo7ithly grudges a scant half dozen pages to one editorial and a few short book notices, 
"Voices," "Editorials," "Literary Gossip," and " Editor's Table" in \h^ Nassau Lit. ^.x^ 
departments which are oftentimes the most readable part of this always readable maga- 


zine. '* Literary Gossip," in the February number, is particularly good. It is no easy 
matter to maintain such a department, and the uniform success of the Nassau Lit. is most 
enviable. Our suggestion to the Harvard Moiithly would be, " Go thou and do likewise." 

It is a great pleasure to read the February number of the Collegian. We would like to 
find some fault just for the sake of pleasing the " Round Table; " but really, we see noth- 
ing to censure, and much to praise. Neither have we any suggestions to offer, for the few 
improvements that come to our mind are promised for succeeding numbers. The edito- 
rials are thoughtful, practical, and upon topics of universal interest. " Home Correspon- 
dence " promises to be a particularly valuable department, and, next to " Eclectic and 
Critical," the one that will be most read. The first letter of " Foreign Correspondence " 
points out in an interesting manner the difference between student life at home and in Ber- 
lin. The "Athletic " department will form a most handy compendium for reference, if care 
be taken to make it accurate. Of the contributed matter, the opening article, by Professor 
Spring, offers very important suggestions on a difficult and much disputed subject, " The 
Teaching of English Literature in the College Curriculum." " Nurick Life " is a pleasant 
sketch, in style somewhat after the manner of Irving. The " Modern Novel " is an ideal 
for a short essay. The other articles, clipped and contributed, are of no little interest and 
merit. The verse is of excellent quality. The following is good fruit of the shears : 


When Sleep, that puts to flight the marshalled host 

Of daily care, swift-dying hopes, and woe. 
Hath gently drawn me to his breast ; when lost 

Are all day's burdens; then doth softly grow 

Upon my sense, with cadence sweet and low, 
Soft strains of melody ; my soul is swayed 

With all love's bitter-sweet, as o'er me flow 
The song-waves, and they sing, — ne 'er will they fade 
From out my heart, — " The world doth hold but one fair maid," 

My closed eyes then feast, content, on thee, 

O lovely dream-face ! and the soul displayed 
Deep, deep in thy dear eyes, smiles forth. I see 

Thy rich, dark hair ; I see thy cheek arrayed 

In dainty flush ; I feel thy kisses laid 
Upon my answering lips ; about me twine 

Thine arms. " The world doth hold but one fair maid." 
O dream-face ! leave me not, as I am thine, — 
So — wake me not — so let me dream that thou art mine. 

— Collegian, 

Alumni Notes, 

^hat this department may be as interesting and valuable as possible, we solicit contributions from 
all. Items that may seem zmimportant to the contributor will no doubt carry to some readers remem- 
brances of happy but departed days. 

The sixth annual meeting of the Grafton and Coos Bar Association was held at Lancas- 
ter, N. H., February i. The discussion of the prohibitory amendment was participated in 
by Hons. W. S. Ladd '55, Ossian Ray '69 hon., Harry Bingham '43, and Alvin Burleigh 
'71. Reminiscences of Grafton and Coos courts and lawyers were related by ex-Judge 
Jonathan E. Sargent '40. In the evening the annual banquet was held at the Lancaster 
house, and was attended by an unusually large number. The occasion was enlivened by 
music, both vocal and instrumental. Among those who responded to toasts were Hon. J, 
E. Sargent '40, Hon. Harry Bingham '43, and Hon. Daniel Barnard '65 hon. A poem was 
read by Hon. J, H. Dudley '62. 

The National Conference of Charities and Corrections has appointed as a committee to 
examine into the existing laws in New Hampshire in reference to the insane, and to ask 
such legislation as may seem to be demanded for the same, the following: Hon. James W. 
Patterson '48, of Hanover; Hon. William S. Ladd '55, of Lancaster; Hon. William L. 
Foster '60 hon., and Dr. Irving A. Watson '85 hon., of Concord ; and Hon. David A. Cross 
'41, of Manchester. 

At the Delta Kappa Epsilon banquet in Boston, February 12, the following Dartmouth 
men were present : Edwin DeMerritte '69, S. L. Powers '74, N. W. Ladd '73, W. L. Quimby 
'86, and J. H. Quincy '84. Hon. George A. Marden '61 was elected president for the ensu- 
ing year, and S. L. Powers '74 a member of the executive committee. N. W. Ladd '73 was 
one of the speakers of the evening. 

Ex-Gov. Redfield Proctor '51, Hon. Henry C. Ide '66, and Hon. William E. Johnson '62, 
were among Vermont's representatives at the inauguration. It is, perhaps, unnecessary 
to mention here that Dartmouth is now represented in the president's cabinet by Redfield 
Proctor, Secretary of War. 

A long felt need at Dartmouth has been a course of lectures by graduates of the college 
on subjects of interest to the students. This need has been supplied this year by arrange- 
ments made by the Lit., by which an Alumni course is being given, free to all. Professor 
Luther T. Townsend '59, of Boston University Theological School, opened the course 
Monday, February 11, with a very pleasing and instructive lecture on " Transcendentalism 
in Every Day Life." The subject was treated in a popular manner, and was well attended, 
and much praised. Monday, P'ebruary 18, ex-Senator James W. Patterson '48 delivered 
his fine historical study of "The Adoption of the Federal Constitution by New Hampshire." 
A more scholarly study of the great men and great issues involved in that critical time is 
rarely met with. He was followed, on March i, by Hon. George A. Marden '61, treasurer 
of Massachusetts, who read a poem on " Hash." The poem was characteristic of Mr, 
Marden, witty and instructive. He will be followed by Rev. Arthur Little '60, of Dor- 
chcster^ Mass., Charles R. Miller '72, editor-in-chief of the New York Times, and Dr. 


John Ordronaux '50, of Columbia college. Dr. Ordronaux will speak on " Corporations 
as the Great Commercial Force of Modern Times." 

'35. Rev. Daniel Goodwin, of Mason, recently reported dead, is in good health, and 
a short time ago celebrated his eightieth birthday, on which occasion he was visited by a 
large number of citizens and ladies and presented with money and articles of value. Con- 
gratulatory speeches were made, to which the venerable clergyman made a felicitous 

'36. The wife of President Bartlett is rapidly improving in health at Pasadena, Cal. 
The president recently gave a short address on the occasion of a dinner given by the city 
of Pasadena to Prof. Pickering, of Harvard, and Alvan Clark, of Cambridge, who will make 
a forty-inch telescopic objective to be mounted on a peak near the place. This glass will 
be the largest in the world, and will be used by the University of Southern California. 

'yj. Gen. Gilman Marston has been appointed United States senator by Gov. Saw- 
yer from the 4th of March until the legislature in June provides for the next six years 

te . 


'39. Rev. John P. Humphrey, who died recently at Northfield, Mass., was born at 
Derry, N. H., April 29, 1817. He graduated from Andover Theological Seminary in 1844. 
He was ordained on February 3, 1847, and among his locations were Winchester, N. H., 
Hubbardston, Mass., and Northfield. His death was the thirty-seventh of a class of sixty- 
one, he being one of the twenty-five survivors who are preparing to hold their semi-centen- 
nial reunion at the coming Commencement. 

'44, Hon. Mellen Chamberlain, librarian of the Boston Public Library, lectured on 
^'Josiah Quincy, the Great Mayor," in the old South meeting-house, February 25. His 
lecture was in the course on municipal government and reform, under the auspices of the 
Massachusetts Society for Promoting Good Citizenship. 

'46. Rev. Alonzo H. Quint, D. D., has been invited to write a history of his native 
town, Dover, N. H. A subscription will probably be made by the wealthy citizens to 
send him to England next year to consult original documents, and to collect matter for his 
intended work. His son, W. D. Quint '87, will go as private secretary. 

'47. Hon. Samuel N. Bell, of Manchester, who died from pneumonia at Woodstock, 
N. H., on Friday, February 8, was born in Chester, N. H., March 25, 1829. He was a 
son of the late Chief-Justice Samuel D. Bell, and grandson of the late Samuel Bell, an 
ex-governor and ex-United States senator of New Hampshire. He read law with Hon. 
William C. Clarke '32, afterwards attorney-general of the state, at Manchester, and was 
admitted to the bar in 1850. He was early successful as a lawyer, and had a most honora- 
ble record at the bar. In 1874 he was offered by Gov. Weston the position of chief-justice 
of the supreme court, but declined it. During the later years of his life he practised but 
little, devoting the most of his time to the care of his extensive financial interests. In politics 
he was a prominent Democrat, but was never known as an active party man. In 187 1 he 
was chosen a representative to the Forty-second Congress from the old Second District. 
In 1873 h^ failed of a reelection, but in 1875 he was again chosen to the Forty-fourth Con- 
gress. Early interested in the railway development of his native state, at the time of his 
death he was president of the Suncook Valley, the Pemigewasset Valley, and the Concord 
& Portsmouth railroads ; clerk of the Boston, Concord & Montreal, the Profile & Fran- 


conia Notch, and the Whitefield & Jefferson railroads. He was the proprietor of Deer 
Park hotel at Woodstock, and of extensive real estate in Manchester. He was a mem- 
ber of Washington Lodge, Mt. Horeb Chapter, Adoniram Council, and Trinity Command- 
ery of Knights Templars, all of Manchester. He never married. His funeral took place at 
the Hanover Street Congregational church at Manchester, on February 11. The church 
was crowded to overflowing by people who gathered from all sections of the state, New 
Hampshire's most distinguished citizens being in attendance. The services were under the 
auspices of the Trinity Commandery. A eulogy was pronounced by ex-Senator J. W. Pat- 
terson '48, who served in congress with the deceased. 

'52. William C. Fox, a lawyer of Wolfeborough, has gone on a pleasure trip to Florida. 

'55. Congressman Nelson Dingley, Jr., delivered an address at the meeting of the , 
Chamber of Commerce at Boston, January 31, on " Remedies for the Decline of American 
Shipping." He advocated a judicious system of rebates on duties and subsidies for 
American ships engaged in the foreign trade. His work in the last congress has given 
him rank as one of the most skilled in marine matters of the country. 

'59 non-grad. At the fourth annual banquet of the Michigan Club at Detroit, February 
22, General William Cogswell responded in an eloquent speech to the toast " The Duty 
and Lesson of the Republican Party." 

'60. Dr. Lyman B. Howe, of the Medical College, is supplying the place of Dr. Gerrish, 
of the medical faculty of Bowdoin, who is passing the winter in California for the benefit 
of his health. 

'60. Colonel J. N. Patterson, of the New Hampshire Third Regiment N. G., will attend, 
with his command, the military parade of the coming centennial celebration in New York. 

'61. Hon. George A. Marden presided at the recent meeting of the Massachusetts Press 
Association in Boston. Hon. W. E. Barrett '80 was among the speakers at the banquet. 

'64. Plon. Albert P. Charles died in Seymour, Indiana, February 11, aged forty-nine. 
He studied law in the office of the late Hon. S. N. Bell, of Manchester. He has been 
mayor of Seymour three terms, was a delegate to the Republican National Convention at 
Chicago, 1884, and, at the time of his death, was Grand Master of the Masonic Order of 

'64, '67 Med. Coll. Dr. Silas W. Davis, a prominent citizen of Tilton, N. H., has died 
in Orlando, Florida. He was born in Gilford, N. H., on March 29, 1841, was fitted for 
college at the New Hampshire Conference Seminary at Tilton. After receiving his degree 
of M. D., he was assistant in the course of lectures on surgery at Burlington, Vt., but later 
established himself in practice in Plymouth, N. H., where he remained until 1880, when 
impaired health compelled him to resign active duties, when he travelled extensively in the 
North-west and South for the benefit of his health. Dr. Davis operated extensively and 
successfully in the negotiation of Western mortgage loans, was a trustee of the lona Sav- 
ings Bank of Tilton, and president of the Citizens' National Bank of that place. For three 
years he was superintendent of schools in Plymouth. On November ir, 1869, he was mar- 
ried to Mrs. Dora D. Johnson, daughter of Col. John Keniston, of Plymouth, and they had 
two children. He attained success in his profession, especially in surgery. 

'64. Rev. J. W. Scribner resides at New Hampton, N. H. He has at present no regu- 
lar pastorate, but often assists other pastors in evangelical meetings, and takes much inter- 
est in Sunday-school work. 


'65. Hon. Henry E. Burnham is president of the Manchester Lincoln Club, and pre- 
sided at the celebration of Lincoln's birthday, on February 13. 

'70. Judge Eugene O. Locke, of Florida, has a communication in a recent Boston 
Journal Supplement on " The Status of Southern Republicans." 

'72. The Haverhill, Mass., school board, Albert L. Bartlett, superintendent, recently 
prosecuted six fathers, who were alleged to have violated the law concerning the attend- 
ance of their children the required time upon the sessions of authorized schools, the chil- 
dren in question being pupils at St. Joseph's Parochial school. The objection made to 
this school was that the instruction was largely in French, and was far below the required 
standard. The case was lost in the police court, and has been appealed to the probate 
court. The case is provoking much comment in Massachusetts, and may bring out some 
defects in the school laws. Horace E. Bartlett, '69, is also a member of the school board, 
and a member of the Committee on the Examination of Private Schools. 

'76. Prof. James F. McElroy, of Adrian college, Michigan, has received a gold medal 
for scholarship from the Society of Science, Letters, and Art, of London. 

'76 C. S. D. Frank P. Hill, librarian of the Salem, Mass., public library, has resigned 
his position to accept a similar place in Newark, N. J., at a salary of $2,500 a year. 

^']']. The class secretaries, John M. Comstock and Christopher M. Goddard, have 
issued a directory, giving the residence and occupations of all the living members of the 
class. The pamphlet contains obituary notices of Edward C. Carrigan and John Cooper 
Winslow, and notices of the marriages of Merriam, Wentworth, and Tillotson. The occu- 
pations of the class are as follows: Business men, 22; lawyers, 19; teachers, 17; physi- 
cians, IT ; ministers, 9, of whom 3 are missionaries; no occupation, 2; newspaper man, i ; 
mechanical engineer, i. In the Chandler class, 21 are in business of various sorts; 4 
are civil engineers, 3 physicians, 2 lawyers, i teacher, i electrician, and i newspaper man. 
This includes all non-graduates in both departments. 

'79 holds a reunion this year, and will probably occupy the house chartered last Com- 
mencement by '78. 

'79 C. S. D. Prof. Hiram A. Hitchcock, of the Thayer school, is a member of the com" 
mission of five which recently were in New York city examining plans submitted for the 
proposed Nicaragua canal. 

'79 C. S. D. W. M. Mason, a building contractor of Concord, N. H., was married on. 
March 5 to Miss Amy Chase, of the same city. 

'80. Rev. R. P. Herrick, formerly of Manchester, N. H., is president of the new semi- 
nary at Montevideo, Minn. 

'80. Wm. P. Johnson was in Hanover for a short time about March i. He is located 
in San Francisco, where he manufactures paper. 

'81. C. F. King has been appointed a judge of the police court in Glens Falls, N. Y. 

'83. Edward L. Gulick has presented the college museum with valuable specimens of 
implements, articles of clothing, shells, etc., from the Caroline Islands. 

'84. George H. Bowles is in the first class. Harvard Medical College. 

'84 Med. Coll. Dr. George A. Blodgett, of Dorchester, N. H., died recently, aged 34. 

'84 Med, Coll. Dr. Stephen Vittum, of Laconia, has been appointed a pension examin- 
ing surgeon in Belknap county. 


'85 and '87. The Critic, in speaking of the " Dartmouth Lyrics," says, — " The prevail- 
ing note is imitative, of course, the predominating reflections in the glass being of Swin- 
burne and Austin Dobson. Yet the work of Wilder Dwight Quint ['87] is so dainty as to 
deserve something more than the praise due to clever imitation, while the faultle'ss struct- 
ure in the various poetic forms handled by Richard Hovey ['85] might easily teach a lesson 
to many of our accepted versifiers." 

'85 and 'S8. L. E. and A. M. Weeks are about to commence the publication of a new 
Republican newspaper at Laconia, N. H., to be called the News and Critic. 

'85 C. S. D. Otis Hovey, T. S. C. E. '89, has accepted a position as instructor in engi- 
neering at Washington University, St. Louis, Mo. 

'86. A. I:L Chase writes to each member of his class for a personal letter for the class 
report, which he hopes to have completed by next Commencement, when the class holds 
its first reunion. 

'86. Arthur Fairbanks and Miss Moody will be married in the spring, and will go at 
once to Germany, where Mr. Fairbanks will study in the universities. 

^Z-j. In place of the usual Thursday prayer-meeting, January 17, Mr. Eastman, a 
Sioux Indian, a graduate of Dartmouth college, and now a student at Boston University, 
gave a brief sketch of his early life. — Wellesley Courant. 

'87. The Harvard Crimson says that Alexander Quackenbos will not play ball this 
season, on account of pressing work in the medical college. 

'87. A pleasant social event in the city of Haverhill, Mass., was the marriage on February 
7, of Harry Cleveland Sargent, of the firm of Hodgdon & Sargent, shoe manufacturers, and 
Miss Mary Emeline Gould, daughter of the late Charles C. Gould, of the same city. The 
ceremony took place at 11 o'clock A. M., at No. 22 Highland avenue, the nuptial service 
being performed by Rev. W. W. Everts, Jr., of the First Baptist church. The apartments 
were rendered beautiful and fragrant by a profusion of flowers, and the lovely bride was 
the object of admiration and interest. There was no reception, and immediately after the 
ceremony the wedding breakfast was served, following which the parties left in the noon 
Boston train for a brief wedding tour. 

"^-j Med. Coll. Dr. Geo. P. Hurd has been appointed physician and sutgeon of the 
Middlesex (Mass.) house of correction and jail, in place of Dr. J. B. Taylor, deceased. Dr. 
Hurd is at present engaged at a hospital in Brooklyn, which he will leave to assume hi* 
new duties. 

'88. L.F.English reports himself still following the "star-eyed goddess," not at all 
cast down by temporary defeat. As proof, he sends his certificate card as delegate to the 
Tariff Reform Convention, hel 1 at Central Music Hall, Chicago, Feb. 19, 20, and 21, 1889. 

'88. F. A. Whittemore has left his school at Hyannis, Mass., and takes the place 
vacated by the illness of F. L. Pattee, '88, at Eatontown, N. J. 

'88 C. S. D. J. A. Cunningham is clerk in the freight office of the Canadian Pacific 
Railway at Newport, Vt. 

'88 C. S. D. F. S. Berry is tutor in a family at Stamford, Conn. 

'88 C. S. D. F. G. Atwell is teaching in Lyme, N. II. 

'88 C. S. D. C. L. Cobb and C. T. McCarthy were in Hanover recently. 

';-)8 non-grad. Irving S. Meredith has entered Union Theological Seminary. 


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